March 27, 2003

In Which I Channel My High School Literary Magazine Self, But Just for Your Amusement (I Promise), and Only for a Moment (Pinky Swear).

I wear my beige pants to work and
everyone I pass wears beige pants and we
tromp along beigely,
swishing in neutral lockstep.

If we stayed home, our beige pants
could go without us; they know the way
better than we do.

Clothes make the man and beige pants make the underling,
the one who takes the notes and types the letters,
the one who waits for everyone else to finish,
the one who says �Oh, that�s okay.�

Beige belt loops circle
from Monday to Friday
and back again.

Machine wash warm.
Tumble dry low.
To avoid wear, blend in.
Muffle yourself if necessary.

Despair comes not in a black cloak,
but with yard after yard of beige twill
to wrap around us.

Posted by hilatron at March 27, 2003 06:40 PM
Comments

Dude, it's Horae all over again. Maybe I should whip out a sonnet. And a few of my flannel shirts.

Posted by: Agent Courtney at March 28, 2003 10:08 AM

Does it matter if I wash my beige in Ultra-Delicate?

Posted by: cw at March 28, 2003 04:01 PM

The more delicately you handle your beige, the longer it will beige. Beige your beige in Ultra-Beige for beiger lasting beige.

Posted by: Josh at March 30, 2003 06:47 PM